It was always a little mysterious to her, his perception in matters pertaining to herself.
"I want your love," she said to him one day.

"It helps me.

I used to think it was selfish of me to take it, knowing I could never return it--not that love.

But I no longer feel that now.

Your love seems to me a fountain from which I can drink without hurting you." "I should love to be with you always," he answered, "if you wished it.
You won't forget your promise ?" She remembered it then.